Terror Of The Haunted Museum

• Madison Kennedy, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2017

1
I was running up the creaking stairs, each step thumped, underneath my unbalanced feet. I had now arrived in the old, abandoned, haunted museum. Or so I thought, it was abandoned.
The museum had cobwebs in the corners and muck on the windows, a window fly’s open, breaking the silence, I gasped.
When you’re in the museum you get a feeling, an unwanted feeling. A feeling that will make you shiver, and things you can NOT dare, to think about, to know about or hear about. People call it, ‘terror of the haunted museum.’
I continued curiously, walking up the stairs. I was almost certain, someone, or something was watching me.
2
I started to hear light murmuring, of someone, around the corner in the distance. As I slowly continued to walk up the stars, the murmuring continued to get softly, louder and louder. An alarm was racing through my body.
I continued until, I reached the top of the stairs. Should I walk towards the talking, or should I back, back? I started to quietly walk, closer and closer to the talking.
3
I looked around the corner, my whole body was filled with fright. Around the corner were unspeakable things, could the myths be true?
I had not a moment to waste. But before I had time to move, the beasts turned to see me standing there. As they slowly moved closer, I had chills racing down my spine, I started to stumble backwards, I trip breaking the surface, I screamed in horror.